издательской системе Ridero
Part 1
From «A» to «Z»
«Today no one is leaving the place…»
Today no one is leaving the place,
Go and wash what you call your face kids.
For the sake of The Lord, his glory and grace
Dad woke up sober and unable to pace
His battery is over so the battering too
The hole in the wallet is now to be sued
Now we can stay here and never move
Thank you my Lord, but what can I do?
And The Lord said
Each day goes to the dawn
Each way exists on its own
Each word you’ve ever thrown
I will pick up and decompose
Angel went down and gave us a kiss
Creator is generous and really exists
We can here his words fell of Dad’s lips
«I cannot walk, I don’t feel my hips!»
The credit is payed and now it is due
He got his payback and sick-benefits too
The hole in the wallet is now to be sued
Thank you my Lord, but what can I do?
«Hit the road and tell some angel…»
Hit the road and tell some angel
If you ever find the one
Maybe on some desk in heaven
Go and tell them I am done
Peter Piper packed his pickles
Sold them out and now he’s rich
Now he’s selling dime for shekel
Married one cold-hearted bitch
But even him deserves some Eden
God forgave him all the sins
God forgives all men and women
So tell me why I’m still right here?
Sheena leads and Sheila needs though
Needs some private space and life
Sheena beats her for ten years now
But God forgave her, tell me why?
And I’m just asking for some mercy
If he finds the one for a son
Mercy seat is not the purpose
Run and tell him that I’m done
«None of us are getting born with their own wish…»
None of us are getting born with their own wish
None of us are getting out оf this life alive
It’s like to screw the whole cuisine with an only dish
It’s like a motivation without a fucking strive.
None of us are getting born with bare hands to fight
None of us are getting out оf this life alive
It’s like to switch on only the outside lights
It’s like some dogging deeper instead of a dive.
None of us are getting born with a desire to win
None of us are getting out оf this life alive
It’s like to soar the rice instead of some beans
And waiting for the magic from the sprout to die
None of us are getting born with clapping hands
None of us are getting out оf this life alive
It’s like to wait for a moment of the plane to land
Without a fucking hope those wheels will ever drive.
No one can breathe without the air
No one can live without a dare
No one can keep a bet to be dead
No one goes mad being a spare being not there
«Oh it’s raining it’s pouring…»
Oh it’s raining it’s pouring
and you didn’t bring a sweater
The past will never open
the backdoor for you
You’re dreaming of a City
Which is wallowing the creepy
But there’s nothing to loose
When your neck is in the noose
You’re passing through this life
With a senseless stupid smile
Making water from a vine
Selling dollar for a dime
Night is willing to bet
And someone’s going to get
Your perfect stupid smile
Just before the breaking down
Down! Down! Down! Down!
Before the break of down
Down! Down! Down! Down!
Before the breaking down
Give up the race before you start
And Never unchain your foolish heart
Spit on the ground, hold your breath
Try to scare yourself down to the death.
«Having a heart sized with deeds…»
Having a heart sized with deeds
Let them keep growing, having a gain.
Shaping your soul with someone’s needs,
Don’t let it perish within a pain.
Having some «good» pulsating in veins,
Care of rhythm that’s giving a rhyme.
Shape of your soul can turn into «Shame»
So mind to keep your critical eye.
Making a blast so selflessly bright
Mind that the curtain will fall someday
Living a role is not living a life
«Behind the scenes» isn’t a stage.
Having a mind sized with thoughts
Let them keep flowing out of safe port
Swapping the goals and desires for hopes
You’ll go insane or even bored.
Having some «bad» that’s going for good,
White’s turning grey, grey’s getting black
Misunderstanding’s for misunderstood
«Ashes to ashes» needs fire forehead.
Making the move get keen on a pace
Everyone’s running behind. In the past
Clean-cut steps so as a careless trace
Separate followers from counterparts
«Having a soul of twenty-one pounds…»
Having